On our last day at Splendor Mountain.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
There's Music In Them Thar Hills
Rabun County in the news y'all...
Barbara Woodall's interview on the porch of Sunrise Lodge and Mountain Song Overlook at our beloved Splendor Mountain.
Come sit in our yellow rockers for yourself.
Barbara Woodall's interview on the porch of Sunrise Lodge and Mountain Song Overlook at our beloved Splendor Mountain.
Come sit in our yellow rockers for yourself.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Peace
On August 5, 2012 my gorgeous and gracious Grandmother, Margaret Jeanne closed her sparkling eyes and drifted off to her final earthly sleep while holding the hand of her oldest daughter. Her three children and eleven grandchildren are left with the sweet sound of her infectious giggle and creative spirit, we are who we are because she was who she was. And we are forever blessed because of her.
Open to me the gates of righteousness,
that I may enter through them and give thanks to the Lord.
This is the gate of the Lord;
the righteous shall enter through it.
I thank you that you have answered me and have become my salvation. Psalm 118:19-21
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Swan Song
"If the LORD delights in a man's way, he makes his steps firm;" Psalm 37:23
All is quiet on the pour my opinions out in a clever manner as to annoy and entice simultaneously while getting a medicinal fix for my "published writing" fix front.
But hardly anything is quiet on the this is my wild and unruly life, a reality not a distant dream that is rapidly unfolding into a new chapter as I become one of"those people" who procreates and settles down.
If my 12 week old fetus feels any of the elevated anxiety and surge of endorphins I have felt in the last twelve days, (it's) going to be one hell of a rock tough cookie.
I saw something last night that made the flood gates open.
A view of the Brooklyn Bridge in an old movie.
And it confirmed what I thought I already knew.
I have zero regrets.
***
Sitting on the back of our double parked UHaul truck, watching cabs curse me and the makeshift traveling fire lane as my husband (God Bless Him) loads our belongings, I know how easy it will be to bid farewell.
The same feeling rushes over me as we plow down a rainy Broadway dividing the SoHo shoppers in the middle and dodging the poncho covered tourists on top of the City Sights bus. So long.
As we take a right towards the Holland Tunnel, I wait for the ache in my heart to show itself, but it never does. Instead I count down until I see the dim lights on the other side and wait for the breath of freedom.
Who knew such elation could come from landing on the New Jersey Turnpike?
And with the valiant Lady Liberty on our left, standing tall against the storm clouds shining her light in the dismal fog that shrouds New York's skyline, I wave triumphantly and simply say, Goodbye.
All is quiet on the pour my opinions out in a clever manner as to annoy and entice simultaneously while getting a medicinal fix for my "published writing" fix front.
But hardly anything is quiet on the this is my wild and unruly life, a reality not a distant dream that is rapidly unfolding into a new chapter as I become one of"those people" who procreates and settles down.
If my 12 week old fetus feels any of the elevated anxiety and surge of endorphins I have felt in the last twelve days, (it's) going to be one hell of a rock tough cookie.
I saw something last night that made the flood gates open.
A view of the Brooklyn Bridge in an old movie.
And it confirmed what I thought I already knew.
I have zero regrets.
***
Sitting on the back of our double parked UHaul truck, watching cabs curse me and the makeshift traveling fire lane as my husband (God Bless Him) loads our belongings, I know how easy it will be to bid farewell.
The same feeling rushes over me as we plow down a rainy Broadway dividing the SoHo shoppers in the middle and dodging the poncho covered tourists on top of the City Sights bus. So long.
As we take a right towards the Holland Tunnel, I wait for the ache in my heart to show itself, but it never does. Instead I count down until I see the dim lights on the other side and wait for the breath of freedom.
Who knew such elation could come from landing on the New Jersey Turnpike?
And with the valiant Lady Liberty on our left, standing tall against the storm clouds shining her light in the dismal fog that shrouds New York's skyline, I wave triumphantly and simply say, Goodbye.
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